I am insanely jealous of those short sleepers. I can get by on 9 hours a night, but 11 a night is ideal. Less than 9 two nights in a row and i can expect a week of pain. Frackin sucks. Those people have so much more time for living :(
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Speaking of which, I should probably get to sleep. Early day again tomorrow. I'm just so achy and generally woeful I feel like it half isn't worth it. Oh well, better to be lying down, I guess.
I'm just so achy and generally woeful I feel like it half isn't worth it.
This is when I have the hardest time just *going* to bed.
Like, oh, now. Allergies and sick and ... I really need to just go to bed. If I am easily napping in the mornings after taking more twitchytwitchySudafed, I need the sleep.
There is no news on Sass. We put 800 flyers across three zip codes, had 4500 robocalls done, and hired the tracker for 24 hours and got no sightings, no scent. Both the DH and I are wrecked.
eta: Gud, I'm so sorry about your week.
I'm sorry, Gud.
Gud, I am so sorry.
Sparky, lots of good thoughts and prayers for Sass' safe return.
I need a lot of sleep. I'm also lazy, so those things are kinda hard to separate sometimes.
This is also me. Between the laziness, the depression, and needing lots of sleep... well, I guess it's not that surprising that my weekends aren't very productive.
I continue to enjoy sleeping a lot, but am less and less good at it, which is super annoying.
I think the sleep conversation last night cursed me, since I got about 4 hours of sleep last night. Maybe 5. I just couldn't sleep. And then when Tim's alarm went off, I fell back asleep...only to find he didn't turn it off when he left the bedroom; he hit snooze.
I am so bug-eyed with lack of sleep right now it's almost comical.
And we will not speak of the headache behind my cheekbone, nor of the loopy wiredness the drugs are giving me.
It's going to be a long, interesting day at work.
signed,
Tweaky McBugeye
We had a wild, windy night that stirred up the cats and between the two, I had a very restless sleep with strange little dreams. There were an increasing number of hermit crabs on my back steps and I tore apart a cast iron bathtub with my bare hands.